You're welcome.
In fact, it seems that bare feet and straight hair sort of summed it up. So not the most exciting of trips, but satisfying nonetheless.
We won't discuss my reception upon my return home by my own flesh and blood. There were tears--on both sides--and not of joy. Apparently, spending all his time with his father had a rather coarsening effect on my already rambunctious son. So now I have to whip him--and the laundry and the house--back into shape, because we're hosting around 25 people on Saturday for my sister-in-law's baby shower.
When does the fun end? At Blackrock, never.
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I hope the trip was fun and it's good to be back home.
Interesting dichotomy, isn't it? Men are expected to run the free world, yet can't seem to get the socks actually IN the hamper. Much less the actual washer machine.
My H will wear every last stitch of ridiculous, ill fitting, old ass clothes in his closet before doing the wash, and then it's this colossal event.
Funny.
Actually, I must give due props to A., who much to my surprise actually did a load of laundry while I was gone. Because he needed some clean long underwear. Whatever the impetus, it was nice to have at least a little laundry done.
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